was perhaps me. I started the day with a lot of ambition which was totally and completely wrung out after an hour’s worth of exercise. It wasn’t that I had planned on losing all of my energy. It was rather than I had not been willing to admit how much hard earned core strength I have lost in the last three months. Cardio-vascular? Yes, lots of improvement there for which the hiking, trekking and treadmill can take full credit. But core strength? Who likes crunches? Curls? Push ups or pulls ups?
Not this ungracefully aging lady.
The end result was after hiking back up to the house, which is less that 2km, after class all I was good for was a soak in the hot tub. Following that, I started looking at all that needs to be done at organizing the house. Of course, I hadn’t been there for the final packing and certainly hadn’t been home when the boxes arrived in Berkeley. So it couldn’t be my fault, now could it? Not if some of the thing which arrived here hadn’t been meant for the shipment at all. Nor if items unpacked were in the wrong location.
See where I am going? My lousy mood hit the depths once I discovered the extent of the perfidy of my family members. See, I had specifically requested that nothing even remotely related to me be unpacked. Just put the boxes upstairs and leave them till I get home. Guess what happened? Helpful husband, trying to make my return easier had unpacked a number of boxes. Items which I had squirreled away were now on the kitchen shelf. Being used seriously could risk their value, both monetarily and emotionally. Trust me, you don’t want to break a WWII cup from the Wuerzburg hospital mess on our tiled kitchen floor. Not and attempt to live without listening to me for the next several decades. Hearing aids turned off might allow you to survive but not much else.
And I wonder why several of my off-spring both have elephantine memories and an inability to let things go. Could they have gotten that from me? Nah. Not possible, I am just sweetness and light. Right.
Back to unpacking.
At this point, both the bedroom and the studio resemble the average college dorm room which makes snarking at others to clean up their space just about impossible.
I managed to drag a number of things upstairs. Added a few more clothing items to the charity box. Took the cross-stitch frame back down to the living room only to discover blinding afternoon sunlight and me was not a great combination. I decided a nap post migraine meds was in my future; which put complete paid to the day.
